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 “Lean on the window sill,” advised Diana, and Anne accordingly leaned. Much to her delight, she saw, as she peered through the pane, a willow-ware platter, exactly such as she was in quest of, on the shelf in front of the window. So much she saw before the catastrophe came. In her joy Anne forgot the precarious nature of her footing, incautiously ceased to lean on the window sill, gave an impulsive little hop of pleasure and the next moment she had crashed through the roof up to her arm-pits, and there she hung, quite unable to extricate herself. Diana dashed into the duck house and, seizing her unfortunate friend by the waist, tried to draw her down.

“Ow don’t,” shrieked poor Anne. “There are some long splinters sticking into me. See if you can put something under my feet then perhaps I can draw myself up.”

Diana hastily dragged in the previously mentioned keg and Anne found that it was just sufficiently high to furnish a secure resting place for her feet. But she could not release herself.

“Could I pull you out if I crawled up?” suggested Diana.

Anne shook her head hopelessly.

“No the splinters hurt too badly. If you can find an axe you might chop me out, though. Oh dear, I do really begin to believe that I born under an ill-omened star.”

Diana searched faithfully but no axe was to be found. Rh